Moist, ...
Aromatic, ...
the smell of you everywhere today.
I awake slowly, ...
Gently, ...
as I stroll over to my back door.
I open my eyes,
the lids heavily, drowsily,
raising the curtains of my mind.
Then, as I project my appreciation of Life
outside the door, ...
outside and across the dewy late-spring screen, ...
What is it that I see?
There as my sight slowly periscopes,
gently flows,
across the open morning mist,
I see a rose...
There stands erect, tall, majestic, ...
a most beautiful rose,
a most powerful splendor, ...
young, just barely beginning to open,
her crimson, and deep red petals,
opening and flowering,
yet, oh, so gently retaining the force of beauty and youth
tightly but royally clung onto,
as if treasuring every moment,
yes, every single instant,
of precious vitality,
of grand sentimentality,
of extravagant intellectuality
and blissful aroma,
that such a red rose could possess,
that such a red rose could experience,
that such a grand rose could ever give me.
But since it is God Who is behind me,
and since it is He who makes it all possible,
I suddenly realize
the beauty and graciousness of the moment, ...
for I drowsily realize,
that the red rose is for me.
Beauty and splendor,
beauty and delight,
all shine across my mind,
indeed across my very soul,
to send me a message, ...
that the red rose knows I am alive...
that I am in front of her,
waiting to be pleased,
as I, too,
am filled with the power of Life,
alive and creative,
amorous and profound.
Beauty, Life, and Truth, ...
and there in my garden, ...
in that very special spot,
stands the red rose this morning,
telling me much and plenty,
giving much more than she could ever know,
when she says I'm here for you,
I am radiant and lovely,
a grand Queen I am,
a Beauty Flower I will be,
and all of this at this moment ...
just for you.
Is it dreaming? ...
Is it just my imagination? ...
No ...
it is real,
sublime,
powerful,
I will not decline.
I will await the calling of her soul,
for I know there must be this essence to it all,
the essence of a grand,
of a tall and majestic, ...
Beautiful ... Red Rose.